Bound By Blackmail Ch. 06

The new cage came with a new lock. Gone was the small padlock with the exposed shank. Instead, the ring and sheath were held together by a recessed locking cylinder. I thought that was all the lock was going to hold, but he had one more item that would lock on as well; a small black box that sat atop the ring. When roger inserted the lock into the cylinder, he turned it ninety degree and pulled the key out. Now all three items were locked to make one, solid unit.

"You're all set," he said. "You may be a little curious as to this item since your last device didn't have one," he said, pointing to the black box atop the ring. "It's nothing to worry about at the moment. It'll be a surprise for later."

I bowed my head in shame as I studied my new cage. Somehow it looked even smaller with it on. My cock was shoved in there with no room to move. The ring was tight against the base and my balls. Even without trying, I was sure it would be near impossible to get them free; though the threat of a piercing was just about enough to keep me from trying. And just what the fuck was this surprise box he attached to it?

"Alyssa, be a good girl and add these to her things." Roger held two small keys on a keyring. They were the keys to my new device. I wondered if I could sneak one of them to allow myself out for a reprieve without Brady finding out.

"Yes, Master," she said; taking the keys and heading out the door.

"Alright, I'm done with my part," he said, tearing off his gloves and using the remote to return my legs in front of me. His gigantic hands removed each of my restraints in no time. The leash was untied and dropped down in front of me. The metal chain hit my chastity and gave a metallic clank.

As I stood, Alyssa returned and was told to take me into the next room. She retrieved my leash, gave a few tugs, and led the way to my next nightmare. Roger, as if to say 'goodbye' gave me a firm slap on the ass as I walked by. I followed Alyssa closely; very glad to get away from him.

The next room looked less threatening but was far more massive. It was at least double the size of the previous one. I supposed it had to be considering what all it contained. It reminded me of what you may find in an actors trailer or perhaps back stage at a theater. There was a professional makeup stand with all sorts of products on it. The mirror above was surrounded by lights to brightly illuminate the face of the person sitting in the sleek, white leather chair in front of it. The far side of the room contained racks upon racks of clothes. There was an array of colors that seemed to span the spectrum. I couldn't tell exactly what all types hung from the hangers, but it looked at least to be mostly women's clothing.

The back wall had two large conveyers that ran from floor to ceiling. One had a large collection of shoes, mostly heels it looked like, in all sorts of styles, colors, and sizes. The conveyer next to it was a wall of hair. There was an array of wigs placed atop mannequin heads. There were short ones, and long ones, and curly ones, and straight ones. The colors were standard blonde, brunette, and red along with some of a more exotic coloring; like blues, greens, and purples. To my left, along the wall by the door, stood large storage cabinets; all of them closed. I wondered what horrors awaited inside.

I was lead over and told to sit in the chair at the makeup station. Alyssa pulled the leash around and attached it to the back. Though the chair wasn't as menacing as the one I'd just endured, my wrists and ankles were still restrained to it to keep me from getting up or doing much moving.

"Miss Eve will be in to work on you in just a few minutes."

Alyssa didn't have to say; I could tell that Miss Eve had to be Roger's associate. She also didn't have to elaborate as to what exactly she would be doing to me. Being locked to the makeup table's chair, I could just imagine what I was in for. Alyssa returned to the doorway and stood at attention. We waited in silence until I heard someone approaching.

"Good morning, Alyssa. Is my new pet ready?"

I looked over to see a woman who'd just entered the room. Standing next to Alyssa, it was easy to see just how much taller she was. I would be dwarfed in her presence as well since both Alyssa and I were of similar height. The woman also looked a bit older; though it was hard to guess just how old. She clearly tried to take care of herself. Her hair looked to be dyed a solid black with no hint of gray. It flowed gracefully down past her shoulders. She wore a black dress that fell just past her knees and conformed nicely with her slimming figure.

"Yes ma'am. She's all ready for you," Alyssa replied.

"Thank you, dear, for getting her seated. I'll take it from here," she said as she gave the girl, or slave, a pat on the head. Alyssa gave her a curtsy, slightly revealing her own imprisoned member beneath, and then sauntered off.

She walked over to me with her heels making a determined tone as they struck the hard, cold floor. As she edged ever closer, I began to get a chill. Her manicured hand came up and grabbed my face by my chin. She turned my head from side to side; examining me. Her hand moved down to my arm, squeezing my biceps. There was a slight snicker as she continued lower and lower. Her hand flowed over my stomach and ended with a jiggle of my chastity. I couldn't help by give a nervous huff.

"Snug fit?" she asked. "I heard you tried to break free of your other one; a very naughty thing to do. This cage should do the trick. It's top of the line. Did Big Roger give you a little preview of what it can do?"

"No."

I got a stern slap on my face. "That'll be a 'No Ma'am'. And you'll also refer to me as Miss Eve. Is that clear?"

"Yes...yes, ma'am," I made sure to quickly correct myself.

"Excellent!" Then she said, "Oh, and you'll find out that surprise soon enough."

Eve began sifting through some of the items on the makeup table, looking back at me from time to time like she was working up ideas. Various items were set out for quick access.

"I think you're going to rather enjoy the next little bit. For the next few hours, you get to be my personal doll. I'll get to play with you and we're going to have a little makeover time. Once we get your new hair and face looking cute, you'll get a lovely new dress and a stunning pair of shoes to match. Doesn't that sound like so much fun?"

I was spun around in my chair. Eve took a hair tie and pulled her long hair back into a tight ponytail tail. Just before she got started on me, I was given a similar speech from her that both Alyssa and Roger had both delivered; to either mind and behave or suffer the consequences.

Knowing she had scared me into cooperation, Eve went to work. She worked fast and feverishly; like she could apply this stuff in her sleep. I was given no explanation as to what she was putting on or why. It wasn't like I could take notes either, even if I wanted to. She had my back towards the mirror. The only reason I could figure is that she wanted her work to be a surprise.

Just like a doll, she would apply a bit of make-up, judge it, and then decide whether it was suitable or if it needed to be altered or completely redone. She was an artist and my face her canvas. I must have sat there for more than an hour enduring her tenacious applications and reapplications. All the wiping, and brushing, and smearing, and dabbing, and blotting, was quickly becoming too much!

"Yes, I think I've done it. I think this is a good look for you," she said. My back was still towards the mirror and I couldn't see; though it felt like she had caked about five pounds of random gunk on my face. When I was spun around to view her work, I had a hard time calling it gunk.

I didn't look like the same person. My complexion had completely changed. Gone were the blemishes and imperfections on my skin. My cheeks looked silky-smooth and they were given a hint of rosiness. My eyes were accented with dark eye liner, complete with a pair of fake lashes that looked and felt many times larger than my own; so much so that I could look up to see their tips. My eyelids were shaded with a mixture of blues and greens. My lips were painted in a vibrant pink with multiple coats of gloss so they shimmered in the light. To top it all off, glittery flecks were speckled all over my face. It was truly a work of art.

The only thing throwing it off was my incredibly short brown hair. At that point, I looked like I had on a mask. Miss Eve was about to remedy that. In the mirror, I watched her walk over to the wall of wigs. She stood with her hips cocked to one side with a hand resting on them. She had her other hand out, tracing the air as it went from one wig to another. She obviously found one she liked that was up towards the ceiling. With the touch of a button, the wall of wigs rotated until the one selected became eye-level.

Eve brought it back over, spun me around so my back was to the mirror again, and placed the wig atop my head. In my peripheral vision, and past the gaudy lashes, I could see the blonde strands dance around my face. She tugged it down and used pins to secure it in place. It was a rather long one with the locks running down almost half my back. Just the feel of it made me think that this was a high-end wig and not some cheap party store item.

Once she had it set in place, it was time to style it. Out came the hair products in tubes, bottles, and spray cans. The chemicals in the aerosol cans practically caused me a coughing fit; she used so much of it. She also went to work with a curling iron and a hair crimper. Eve probably worked a good half hour on getting my new hair just right. As a cherry on time, a white ribbon was tied in place.

"You look absolutely adorable!" she said with glee; spinning me around to see her latest work.

I was aghast at the reflection that stared back at me. Was that me? She had worked in some slight curls and waves to give the already gorgeous hair a stunning look. The ribbon was wrapped beneath the hair and tied on top in a dainty little bow. I was amazed at just how well the makeup job and new hair complimented each other. If you were to just see a picture of me from the neck up, there would be no question that you were looking at a girl. I had no idea that I had such a feminine look. Was it just me or did all guys have a girl's look buried deep inside them. I imagined it was probably more the former than the latter. Had I been staring at a picture of the girl staring back at me and not have experienced the transformation, I would never have known it was me under it all.

I thought I was done, but she had one more thing to add before I was allowed up. A set of fake nails were applied to my fingers. They weren't overly long, but longer than I'd ever let them grow on my own. Eve selected a pink polish that resembled the color on my lips. A clear coat was added that made them look as if they were perpetually wet.

"You look absolutely stunning and you're not even dressed yet! We have just a bit more work though before we get there."

My leash was undone, along with my other restraints, and I was pulled over to the other side of the room. I noticed the hair danced over my back, giving me a tickling sensation. That was definitely a foreign feeling. She lead me over to the set of storage cabinets I'd noticed when I entered the room. When she opened it, I discovered she was looking for a pair of breasts; faux breasts. Actually, it wasn't simply a pair but many pair. They spanned from top to bottom with each row at least four deep. Each pair looked to have a wide band on each side that would wrap around the wearer's back. Eve sifted through the rows, looking at various shapes and sizes, until she found a pair that she thought to be satisfactory.

"I think this bust will suit you nicely. They won't be as good as a custom fitted set, or the real deal," she added, pointing at her own endowment. "But we'll get there eventually."

She sat the faux breasts down for a moment while she applied some compound to the inside of them. I was then told to raise my arms over my head and leave them there. Once I did, she promptly smashed the breasts onto my chest. Whatever goop she applied to them was icy cold against my bare skin. She worked the breasts around for a few moments until she was satisfied with how they were positioned.

"Bring your hands down and hold your tits tight to your chest," she ordered me. I did as I was told; disgusted that I was having to join in on my sissy girl transformation! Eve raced around behind me and I felt her grab the two ends to finish wrapping it around me. It felt tight and restricting to say the least. I could feel her work from the bottom up as she clasped it into place. When she was finished, she moved to the front to get a look.

"It's alright now, you can let them fall free," I was told. When I released them, I could feel their weight pulling down on my chest. The solution she applied looked to be some sort of quick-setting adhesive. I was amazed they conform to my chest so well and looked quite convincing with the exception that the skin tone was too far off from my own. I thought that I was just going to look ridiculous even with my makeover. However, Eve wasn't finished.

"Over here, sissy," she said to me. We walked over to another large cabinet on the adjoining wall. Eve opened the cabinet doors to reveal what looked like a series of hoses and nozzles. She pulled out on object that had a sensor of some kind on the end of it. She slid it across my chest; my actual chest just above my fake boobs.

"Excellent!" She said as she grabbed a painter's mask from a shelf inside. "It'll probably get a little fumy in here. Let's put this on you."

Eve pulled the elastic straps around my ears and positioned the mask over my face. She took an airbrush attached to a hose and proceeded to add color to my new tits. The sensor had deciphered my skin tone and was duplicating it. Not exactly, mind you; she had to go back and do touch ups with various colors to make it all look seamless. It was marginally time-consuming, but by the time she was done it was hard to tell where my actual body ended and my new breasts began. I now had a beautiful girl's head with a pair of size C tits to go with it.

Now that my chest was taken care of, it was time to get dressed. Eve took my leash and pulled me across the room to the multitude of clothes racks. She sifted through them swiftly; muttering words like 'No' and 'Nope' and 'Un-ah'. She pulled blue dresses and red dresses, each time holding them up to me to get an idea of how it would look, ultimately returning them unsatisfied. Then she landed on a little number that looked promising.

"Now this is adorable!"

Eve had selected a bright pink dress; shockingly enough. The shade was quite loud and close to the color of my new nails that were also close in color to my lipstick. I wondered how coincidental that was. The garment looked tiny! Even before she held it up to me, I had my doubts that is would actually fit on my body. Its skirt was so short and flared out towards the bottom. Those two things combined and I knew it would be difficult to hide anything underneath.

While that was worrisome enough, I couldn't help but notice the neck line. Actually, it looked more like a choker collar with four straps, two down the front that connected into each cup and two down the back that held it to the dress.

"Yep, I think this is the one," she said; holding it up to me. "Let's try this one you. First, we need to take this off."

Eve retrieved a small key and used it to unlock and remove my collar and leash. I was given a look that told me not to try anything. The dressed was lifted and I was told to put my arms in. Eve was careful to mind my new hair and all the work she'd put into it. The dress slid slowly down over me. Eve took extra care as my head passed through the neck hole. With it on, Eve showed me how much it had in common with my collar by snugging up the neck. Just as similar, there was a place for the tiny padlock to be snapped in place. Before, all I had was a leather ring that I couldn't remove. Now it was a whole dress!

"That should help you not miss your collar." Eve double-checked the tightness and gave the lock a few tugs. "This dress is designed to discourage the wearer from removing it without permission. Unless you want to saunter around and show off your new tits and caged sissy clit, I'd leave it alone until your owner removes it."

As I wondered just how long I'd have to wear the tiny dress that made me stick out like a sore thumb, Eve began beating and flaring out my skirt. I was already nervous about how short it seemed and she was trying to make it worse.

"This skirt is definitely a short one," she acknowledged. "A slight breeze will likely give anyone watching a sneak-peek. Though I'm sure that wouldn't bother a slut like you, I'll give you a little bit of modesty anyways."

There was a wardrobe that Eve sifted through, ultimately producing a pair of women's underwear; a skimpy, lacey, lavender-colored thong. Very similar to the one I'd been ordered to wear at the hotel. She passed them along to me and told me to put them on. I leaned down, first putting one leg in and then the other, and pulled them up under the skirt.

"Raise your dress. Let me have a look." I shamefully lifted the skirt so she could inspect me. While I held it up, she walked over and did some adjustments to my crotch. She also took the opportunity to hike the thong up higher so that it dug deep into my backside.

"Much better! They hide your new chastity with ease; of course it isn't hard to hide something that tiny." Eve stood back, looked me over, and said, "Looks like we've just got one thing left."

We walked over to the wall of shoes and I was asked to look them over and decide which pair I liked to go with my outfit. My eyes scanned the shoes, more baffled and amazed at just how many there were. I was also quite intimidated by the heels and how many of them were spiked and aggressively steep. I couldn't imagine comfortably sticking my feet in any of them and walking around.

"I don't like any of them."

"Don't be silly. All sissy girls love their heels. I think I have an idea of what will look good on you."

There was a large, white pair of boots at the top of the conveyer. She used a button to bring them down to the bottom. When she pulled them off, I could see they were leather and roughly knee high. Even more noticeably than that were the heels that were both steep and spiked.

"Have a seat on the stool and we'll get these on you."

After taking my seat, Eve went to work putting the boots on me. They were a bit of a chore getting my foot in. I could immediately feel how confining they were going to be. The feeling worsened when Eve zipped them closed; starting from my ankles up to where the boot stopped short of my knees. A buckle along the top added a bit of style but was mostly to utilize another pair of tiny padlocks to keep me from removing them.

"These will remove any temptation you may have of slipping your new boots off before you are permitted. I'm sure you're a little intimidated, but you'll get used to wearing such fun shoes."

Fun! There would be no fun about them. My feet were already hurting and I hadn't even taking a single step.

"Stand up, dear, and take a spin. Let's see how you move in them."

I put my right foot down first and felt my toes hit the floor. Even though I knew I was in heels, I was still surprised at how much of an angle my foot became once its heel touched. I put my other foot down and proceeded to stand. To say I was a little wobbly would be an understatement. Eve told me to balance on the stool for a moment and make sure I'd gotten my footing before moving.